COVER BY @SEKRETONGMALUPYET
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"Can you actually do something right for once in your life!?..."
"I said I'm sorry!...."
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CLOSE ON Y/N'S face, he stares. He looks deep in thought as he looks out, chin rested on his palm. The quiet aura around him gives him a nice space, a nice moment of peace.
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We zoom out, he is at a window seat. Alone. The outside passing by as the train moves. No one beside him, no one there even to bother him. He was at his most comfortable. What made him uncomfortable were the distant noises and the distant speaking amongst men and women.
"Look at these pictures. Boy, New York has really been on the bad end of things. I mean.... Look at the Knicks..."
"My friend told me her aunt died because of what happened over there..."
"J. Jonah was right, I don't think I can trust these guys anymore..."
"Never going there again..."
Suddenly, he is at a state of guilt. Part of him knows he wasn't necessarily at fault. But still, he ignored it. His eyes slowly shut as air comes out of his nose, frustration? anger? disappointment?
He suddenly let out a cough, making sure to cover his mouth.
Even Steve and Nat noticed, he has been very silent since he has moved away.
But where has he been? He took some time away to visit a certain place... for certain knowledge.
We transition to him walking down. The crowds and the gatherings of groups yet still, he was able to stand out. His face was blank, hands in pockets. He still looked like he was in thought. The meaning could be seen once you go deep into his eyes.
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But he still looked blank, quiet.
He really tries his best to adapt and fit in. But even then, he will always be different.
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THE SOUND OF FOOTSTEPS were heard through the halls as Y/N walked up to his door. The sound of his keys rattling before pushing the entrance of his apartment open.
